Shifted Fate by Alicia S.Rivers

Chapter 533

Verity froze for a second as if her brain were processing what Garith had just said. “What did you just say?”

Garith leaned in. “I asked you, who the fuck is Rowan mated to? Did you not notice the blazing mate mark on his neck that he did everything in his fucking power to show OFF!” He screamed the last word.

Verity shrank back from his anger. “I didn’t see. I was too surprised he showed up.”

Garith leaned in. “Well, since you are his fucking fiancée, I would go find out who fucking took your spot,” he growled as he grabbed her arms and pulled her over his lap and forced her out into the aisle. “Now.”

I whispered another spell to listen to the conversation that was about to happen in the front row. I also pulled my phone out discreetly and sent a quick message. “They put some silver in your drink. I neutralized it, but act accordingly when it’s time.‘ I stuffed my phone back into my pocket as Garith looked over his shoulder at me. I straightened my spine and readjusted the tray so it looked like I was struggling a little with it.

“Hey handsome.” I heard Verity whisper as she slid into a seat next to Rowan. She leaned in to kiss him, and I had to hold back my two wolves as a vicious snarl ripped through my mind.

“Don’t touch me.” Rowan’s words had her freezing before she was close enough to touch him.

She played dumb.

fight the smirk that wanted to dance on my lips. Smart man. Nix

his head slowly, pulling his shirt collar all the way off his mark, and even from back here I could see

Derek looked at each other and

a cry and pointed at his neck. “You chose a

turned to look at her with a wide smile. “Anyone can see that this mark is a goddess–given mate mark. I found my destined mate, not something the council forced me

found your goddess–given mate?” She looked around. “I thought Lycans only mated Lycans.” She glared at Rowan, and

Nix’s voice was

settled against the barrier. Or

of me and settled this on their own. But it wasn’t working, and I felt a ripple of fur dance down my arms. Rowan looked back and must have caught something

full of laughter as he rubbed both of them. You are struggling because the she–wolf is near

low. I don’t

his jaws and flashed

breathed in her scent. I love you, my queens. He turned to Megan. And you, little one, surprise me. Vicious little wolf. He licked her snout before

forth between him and me, and then nodded, Fine. Go back